Two Hunters, from different worlds.

Chapter 15

We have been holed up in the Vor clan's spaceship for hours now, trying to figure out how to take down that damn Revon. With us, of course, is Race. Vor seems to hate him, but I think he's just jealous. Meanwhile, Race doesn’t even acknowledge the Yautja hunter by his side; instead, he looks around with an intrigued, almost childlike amazement. Everywhere he turns, he has the expression of a kid on Christmas morning. Can’t really blame him.

The technology here is beyond anything humans could dream of—advanced, deadly, and awe-inspiring. If humanity ever got its hands on this, they wouldn’t know what to do first: colonize other planets or destroy Earth itself.

The corridors stretch endlessly, adorned with hanging skulls that send shivers down my spine. Their weapons are more powerful, more intricate—both deadly and mesmerizing to look at, let alone wield.

Vor’s brothers weren’t exactly thrilled about Race joining us. I tried to make them understand that in this battle, every bit of help is crucial.

“What I’m asking is simple: if you want to be of any use, you will follow my rules,” I declared firmly, my gaze fierce. None of them seemed to grasp the true gravity of this fight, of the common enemy standing against us.

“Why does everything have to be a hunt to you?” I snapped in frustration. “If Revon ever gets his hands on you, he won’t hesitate to control you, damn it!”

“Death does not frighten us. If we must die, we will do so with honor and courage—” their leader began, his tone proud, unwavering.

“You wouldn’t lead your children, your entire clan, to slaughter, would you, Elder?” I interrupted, lowering my voice, carefully choosing my words. I locked eyes with him and continued, “Revon doesn’t care about trophies or corpses. That soulless bastard wants to break you, to twist and exploit your kind to slaughter more innocent people. And if he could, he’d invade your home world and do the same to your offspring, your women. He would take pleasure in watching you tear each other apart, devour one another, even your own CHILDREN!”

I spat out the words in one breath, my body trembling with barely restrained fury. My blood boiled, my energy ready to explode.

“I am a SENTINEL OF LIGHT AND A GUARDIAN OF FIRE. I will have vengeance—or rather, we will prevail.” I turned toward Vor, the only one who had stood by me through all of this. He knew why this fight mattered to me, for Reya.

“What do you propose, female?” the leader growled, stepping closer, puffing out his chest in defiance.

“There’s no point in posturing with me. I won’t tolerate your reckless need to hunt an enemy you don’t even understand,” I shot back, meeting his stance with equal intensity.

“If you crave trophies, if you want to hunt, do it—but not here. I won’t risk one of you making a mistake and dragging darkness upon us. I’ve already lost once. I was alone and unprepared. This time will be different. No one will touch Vor.”

I whispered the last words, my teeth clenched, my gaze locked onto the leader’s.

“How do you plan to win this battle?” Race asked from where he sat, his voice laced with concern. “I could go to him, set a trap, expose what he did to Roy.”

“He doesn’t care who stands before him,” I answered coldly. “He doesn’t care about your suffering or how he appears to humans. If he could, he’d show himself for what he is—a soulless monster with no mercy.” I exhaled sharply, stepping away from the leader and leaning against the table. “He will come to us. And I already know exactly what to do.”

I held Vor’s gaze for a moment before turning on my heel and heading for the exit. A trap was already forming in my mind. And I knew exactly how to spring it.